Album: The King Of Crunk & BME Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy (2004)

F.i.l.a.

Talking

Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2 times
foreva i love atlanta
foreva i love atlanta (what!)
foreva i love atlanta
foreva i love atlanta (what!)
foreva i love atlanta
foreva i love atlanta (what!)
foreva i love atlanta
foreva i love atlanta (fila nigga)

Verse 1: I'm a Grady baby ATL and all my life duh avis so crunk as hell
you wanna step to close or go to far cuz where i'm from shawdy niggas beat
you down wit they cars. Fila brought up from my head to my feet, niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep. Man, South dekalb mall be the crunkiest ****, uh you can roll through buckhead and go to fall on a bitch i'm a giant ass playa i'll stomp on a hater i'ma pop the **** off in zone 3, the decatur we can go back down to where my grandma stay, depending on the area you better watch what you say and i 'on care if you over there lookin all crazy when i get locked man them broads wanna save me this the home ass whoopin biscuit in and the j's on the street charge mo' than a penny A!!

Chorus 2 times

verse 2: Niggas grind time let my A shine when i'm bussin rhymes smokin pine my blood see through the georgia rhine. and niggas don't love the A like i love the A i just love the way the A smell everyday. A time to yo time yea this how it go smokin dro' fuckin' hoes on the city road when i stomp that bastard I left him with a bruise got fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe i live 4 the A i die 4 the A i ride 4 the A so **** what you say what you know about I-20 to 285 got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride
gees up get yo g's up in the classroom crunk got benny by my **** so i stay supa drunk ridin downtown wit a shot of tiquila jon introduced me to the gang i'm hot like refa A!!

chorus 2 times

verse 3: carry the A on my back like a torch or rack i'ma represent it if you scared to go handle that drankin on crunk reminiscin on crunk years its the city of crunk where i shed my tears throw me the peace sign up then upside down A-town off the rip hell yeah i'm proud get crunk all day we 'on sleep at night and if you fight one shawdy then we all gon' fight don't nobody get crunk in the club like us if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush even though other niggas thank they hard ain't nothin harder than stone mountain i swear to god yea yall love our hoes you love our gold ma with the key from the A so i love my home westside to scottdale we all cut hammers you can catch kids skippin at underground atlanta yea

chorus 2 times

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